This week we completed our 4 week mini-tour of Chinese restaurants & bonus after-bars. The Chinese restaurant that was on tap for this week was a place that none of us had ever been to, but had gotten delivery from before. Imagine our surprise when we arrived and the place was without a bar.
Paul, to the hostess: "Do you not serve alcohol here?"
Hostess: No, we don't serve alcohol.
Paul: Okay, bye.
What kind of Chinese restaurant doesn't serve booze? Isn't that something they are known for with their awesome drink names and descriptions? That's the fun of the whole menu! (A great way to start a hangover, It will earase all memories, Remember where you are, etc.) Thankfully, my favorite local Chinese restaurant is right down the street, so we headed there as I knew they had a bar. The place isn't seedy at all, but that's okay, as Paul determined that they were serving up the best Volcanos/Scorpion Bowls yet:
Brent didn't get the Scorpion Bowl this week, choosing instead to order whatever came in this awesome drinking glass:
Turns out it was some kind of pineapple concoction that gave him a nice little buzz. Since I cannot handle the power of the Chinese restaurant drinks, I opted for the nice and safe (weak, please!) Midori Sour, which, as you can see, Paul clearly thinks I am a total pussy for getting:
But hey, at least I got alcohol this time and not a root beer float like last time. (Which I probably would have totally gotten if it had been on the menu, but there was nothing fun and random like that on this menu.)
Once the drinks started hitting, the three of us started getting really silly. Brent was asking us if we had seen the commercials by this T. Boone Pickens character about his big energy plan, which led to a discussion ending with Paul saying about Al Gore, "I need to see his little movie." I don't know why we found that comment so amusing (answer: alcohol), but Brent and I were laughing our heads off. I told Paul that he was making it sound like An Incovenient Truth was an animated short or something. Just a nice "little movie" about the dangers of global warming, all in claymation! How fun!
Later, I was telling Paul about one of my friends calling me at work earlier that day to tell me that my new hairdo looks Asian, which I didn't really see. I just thought it was funky looking with its angles and different-length sides.
Eh, you can't really tell in that picture. Anyway, so I then pointed up to a calendar that was hanging up at the bar that featured this cute Chinese woman who was sporting the same hairstyle as me. It's true! I have Asian hair! Which is fine by me, since Asians are fierce beasts, but the best part occurred a few minutes later when I realized that the guy who owns the restaurant wasn't there. It's the first time that I've ever been there when he wasn't there. The really fun bartender was telling us that she tries to get him to take a little bit of time off, so he's generally not there on Tuesdays. But right then, he showed up to drop some things off. Paul and Brent had ordered food, and I only had the drink, but I was picking a little off of Paul's plate. The bartender came over and whispered to me that the (50-ish Chinese) owner had his eye on me. I thought I was getting into trouble because I was sampling Paul's meal, so I asked her if it was because I didn't have a plate. She then casually re-iterated that he had his eye on me (with the whole side-mouth ventriloquist thing going on since he was standing right nearby) and I blurted out, "In a sexual way??" Just call me Queen Inconspicuous, people. When the owner went outside, she came back over and said that he thought I was cute. She left a few minutes later to head home and the owner took over, becoming very attentive. He even brought us a free plate of chopped pineapples for dessert and placed it right in front of me. I just threw my arms in the air and announced to Paul, "Asian hair!" His response? "You'd better hook that shit up so I can get free Scorpion bowls." Paul, always having his priorities in order.
After we were done at the restaurant, we walked down the street to head over to meet Manda at one of our favorite bars from our Fall/Winter mini-season, The Greenwich Hotel. As some of you may recall, this was the home of our very first Bar Tuesdays Photo Shoot, which featured pictures of us in the game room posing with a cigarette in the random velvet armchair as well as pictures of us playing around in the hotel part of the bar, entitled "Working Stiffs: Our Jobs at the Hotel." Since we have started the new "What's Fun Outside the Bar?" photo shoot feature this season, we decided to pay homage to our inaugural photo shoot night and recreate some of the magic. So, in addition to our "What's Fun Outside the Bar?" photo shoot this week, we also have 3 more "chapters" in the shoot, the velvet armchair/cigarette series, the "our jobs at the hotel" series, and a new one I like to call "Angry Payphone Calls." Click here to see them all. Here's a sampling of what's in store this week:
I just love that the hotel has an old school switchboard like that. The hotel area of it was all changed around, with the desk we were playing at last time replaced by a bench. Boo! We want to rifle through the mail and time cards! As far as the bar itself, it was open mic night again, so we couldn't get to the jukebox. We stayed away from any edible items this time and just stuck with the beverages. We spent most of the night in the padded-wall game room, which is where it's at anyway. After about an hour, we couldn't take the lack of air conditioning in the place (it was a hot and humid night), so we headed out. On our way out, Paul made a stop in the men's room and stuck his head out of the door a minute later to call me in there. I was hesitant at first, because you never know what Paul has been up to in the bathroom (it is usually never something good), but when he said I had to take a picture of something, I headed in. I don't know why I didn't just sent Brent in with my camera, but hey - there I went into the men's room to take a picture of Paul splayed out on a giant shelf that is in there:
Awesome. Every bathroom should have a shelf. Also awesome? Paul not showing off his junk when he is kicking his legs up in shorts like he may have inadvertently done in a photo a couple of weeks ago. The image still haunts me. [shudder]
Next week: We move to Wednesdays for 2 weeks to take advantage of some karaoke nights. This oughta be something. Fear not, video clips will be taken.
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